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A Caring Arm Around My Shoulder | Andrew Muir

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A Caring Arm Around My Shoulder. Today I came upon a bench. Where, huddled in a winter’s frost,. Some years ago, it must be now,. I’d sat and cried for one I’d lost. I sat there too, now free of sorrow,. And noted that, I may yet cry. Upon this very bench tomorrow. So there we sat, though years apart,. The stewards of a single heart,. And through the haze of bygone days,. I put my arm around his shoulder,. Told him that, as one now older,. I could say the pain would pass. So when, in winters yet to come,.

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Fiction | Andrew Muir

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June 17, 2016. There is a special kind of quiet that settles on a schoolyard after the children have gone home, after the last exit door has been barred and the bell has echoed long into the afternoon. It was at this time, under the shadow of the Wise Old Oak, two kids made their usual rendezvous. Did you hear about what happened at recess? Yeah Cam Taylor peed his pants, he said, still absorbed by his juicebox. I heard he cried. She asked with a sudden bounce in her voice. My friends are there. She insi...

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Attrition | Andrew Muir

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We came together in a field. In honour’s view, and promised then. To keep our noble purpose steeled. And draw our guns in paces ten. But on that heath, I freely say. That I, prepared to walk the line. Without such honour to betray,. Resolved to turn and draw in nine. Yet in that bargain with the dark. I let the candle burn too late;. My other made the closer mark. By counting up to only eight. So play a fool, and fool you’ll be. To walk the halls of honoured men;. Few are those who live to see. Join 53 o...

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Patricia | Andrew Muir

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Whether seed or weathered vine,. Or cotton for a rabbit’s tail,. Sketched along the ledger’s line,. Or tumbling down the major scale. There’s something in the care you take. That helped a boy to understand. A life is but a thing you make,. And love is but a careful hand. March 18, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Laquo; Previous Post.

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Writing | Andrew Muir

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August 5, 2016. Letters To Elena: Reading Is Paramount. But there is a long road ahead of you in the journey of learning your language, and it is on that journey I hope now to orient you. I’d like to begin by impressing upon you the importance not only of learning to read, but also of reading books specifically. You may be wondering: is it my intention in this letter to groom you for some excellent academic career, or to urge you into dedicating your life’s work to science? August 4th, 2016. June 17, 2016.

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Hand Crafted: The Shoemaker | Andrew Muir

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Hand Crafted: The Shoemaker. A short documentary for which I was the writer and co-director. The project was funded by TELUS as part of an original web series competition. Filmed by Greg Bartels: http:/ www.gabfilms.com. Edited by Andrew Millard. April 3, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Victoria’s Tower Bell | Andrew Muir

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Victoria’s Tower Bell. Those who’d lived beside the tower,. Confident in their belief. Whatever grief or hardship came,. Her bell would mark each passing hour,. Thought it strange that here, at last,. The herald to their daily prayer. And witness to their seasons passed,. Should once be there to mark the days. Then set ablaze and gone so fast. They say that she, from on the steeple,. Just before the tower fell,. As if an omen to her people,. Rang a solemn midnight knell. As if to sing a final song. Creat...

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Heather Montgomery, 1987 – Present | Andrew Muir

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Heather Montgomery, 1987 – Present. Heather Montgomery, whose father was her school’s principal, and whose mother taught grade 10 English, was better prepared for her first day of school than any other child in the district. Heather Montgomery convocated on a cloudy day in June. She held the certificate in her hands, ran her fingers across the fake sealing wax and noted the irony that the document authenticating her education was, essentially, a cheap counterfeit. Her mother proudly took pictures. Heathe...

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Poetry | Andrew Muir

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June 17, 2016. Man walks down the street. Sees reflection in the window. And thinks for first time:. That’s not me anymore. So man cups eyeballs. Drags them from their sockets. And bleeds on the street. And calls his life as a tragedy. But there’s no audience. So he laughs at his own foolishness. And the blood disappears. As he puts his eyes back in. Removes his hands from his face. Says That’s not me anymore. For the first time in his life. Looks at his reflection in the window. And walks down the street.

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January 3, 2016. December 28, 2015. Letters To Elena: Freedom Fighting. May these letters serve as guideposts when the way is not clear, not so that you may follow, but so that you may find your own course. 1 – Freedom Fighting. No doubt in your efforts to explore your mother’s house, you have discovered one of the most fundamental human needs one whose sanctity in this life cannot be overstated. It is a need that has defined almost every struggle known to history. It is the need to be. Be it money or so...